This is a poem I wrote last year, about my 3 week trip to India in 2009.

Indian Rhythms

Spice fills the air.

I smell new flavours

as I drink in the excitement.

Drums beat in

different timing.

A Punjabi singer’s voice

lingers through my ears.

I taste Gulab Jamun,

I feel water beneath my feet.

I am at a temple.

Colours whirl in the streets

and people dance with fervour.

Celebrate the new

bride and groom,

To be married in 2 days.

I see money, celebration,

lights and jewellery everywhere.

But the people stare at a new attraction.

They stare at me.

“What is that white girl doing here?” They ask themselves.

A young white girl in India.

©Katherine Cox 2011